Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.